I am face to face with my insatiable hunger.
My hunger to devour your presence,
Or to relish on our sweet memories.
I've tried, time and again, believe me
to purge my demons.
But it's too daunting of a task
And like a mirage in a vast burning desert.
In my sleepless nights of wondering,
I devise plans, to get some relief in my guts.
I want to lay back and not feel the killing urge
To just get hold of you and wander off.
Or talk to you for an infinite number of hours
And fill myself to the brim,
So as to not feel the pangs of loneliness again.
Then I stop and think what if even then,
I feel hungry?
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